tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-273934192024-03-07T14:52:38.537-08:00Gazing at the FlagThe first thing I see when I look out my window is my flag of the United States of America blowing in the breeze. Often, I will sit and gaze at the flag - great focus for thinking. These are my musings and ramblings, and, on occasion, rants... I am unapologetic in my support of our military, our country and my devotion to God. I will honor them and pay tribute to them here.
Along the side bar you will find tributes to Oregon's fallen warriors.Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.comBlogger1276120tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-80098464573523672662020-06-09T21:23:00.003-07:002020-06-09T21:23:41.200-07:00Richard Francis Regan<img alt="Richard Francis Regan" height="320" src="https://classified-media.staradvertiser.com/1282545-01.jpg" width="272" /><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;">Richard F. Regan, former teacher at Punahou School and dearly loved brother, uncle, and friend, died peacefully on Friday, May 29, at his home in Honolulu, HI. While family could not be with him due to the coronavirus, his dear friends and caregivers were at his side.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;">Dick Regan, as he was known, was born on November 11, 1933. He grew up in the Lake of the Isles neighborhood of Minneapolis, MN and was the youngest of three children of John M. and Philomena M. Regan.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;">Mr. Regan graduated from St Thomas Academy in St. Paul, MN in 1951. He went on to graduate from Yale University in 1955 and then served as an intelligence officer in the U.S. Air Force. While stationed at Hickam Air Force Base in Honolulu, he grew to love the Hawaiian Islands. After his service in the Air Force, he found his calling as a teacher and completed Teacher's College at Columbia University. This training brought him back to Hawai'i where he taught U.S. History at Punahou School from 1963-1969. He was highly revered as a teacher at Punahou by faculty and students. He connected deeply with his students, and many became his lifelong friends and Hawaiian family.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;">In 1969, he left Hawai'i and moved to San Francisco to attend law school at The University of San Francisco. It was in San Francisco that he met his life partner for the next 32 years, Peter J. Hanley. The couple shared a love of politics, current events, and a sharp sense of humor that brought tears of laughter to those who knew them. Peter passed away in 2010, and Dick established an endowed financial aid fund in both of their names at Punahou to support those who aspire to serve their communities. The fund reflects both Regan's indelible influence as a teacher and the couple's belief that young people can and will propel positive change in the world.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;">After several years in San Francisco, Dick moved back to the Lake Calhoun area in Minneapolis and balanced life between there and Honolulu before ultimately making Honolulu his full-time residence. For the last two decades of his life, Dick enjoyed the many friendships he developed over the years and his family on the East Coast and in the Midwest.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;">Inspired by Yale's motto, Lux et Veritas (Light and Truth), he observed, "Illumination is also spiritual and emotional, so if the purpose of life is to find knowledge and love, then I suppose I remained true to the quest."</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;">Along with his parents, he is preceded in death by his partner, Peter J. Hanley and his brother, John M. Regan Jr. He is survived by his brother Robert M. Regan, his sister-in-law Prudence S. Regan, ten nieces and nephews, great nieces and nephews, and many wonderful friends from around the world.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 19px;">A celebration of life will be announced in the future. The family wishes to deeply thank Carmel Davis and Suzanne Sato and Dick's devoted and loving family and caregivers in Hawai'i who were by his side during these past couple months. They also request that any memorial gifts be made to Punahou School, 1601 Punahou Street, Honolulu, HI 96813 and directed toward the Regan/Hanley Endowed Fund.</span><br />
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Mr. Regan was one of my history teachers in high school. He was unforgettable - even 50 years later I remember his classes and his love for history.</div>
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by Iranian revolutionaries in 1979 has died, his family has said. Ken Taylor was 81 and died in hospital in New York.<br />
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Ken Taylor played a key role in sneaking the diplomats out of Iran using Canadian passports and forged Iranian visas.<br />
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The crisis began when revolutionary students stormed the embassy taking about 50 American hostages. Six members of the American Diplomatic Corps were able to get to the Canadian Embassy. Taylor kept the Americans hidden at his residence and at the home of his
deputy, John Sheardown, in Tehran for three months. Taylor facilitated
their escape by arranging plane tickets and persuading the Ottawa
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Mr Taylor was praised by Canadian Prime Minister Stephen
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"Ken Taylor represented the very best that Canada's foreign service has to offer," Mr Harper said.Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-88963534050294269722013-06-14T06:47:00.002-07:002013-06-14T06:47:41.587-07:00Flag Day!<div align="center">
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<b>The Flag at Arlington House</b><br />
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<b>The Flag at the National Archives</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Memorial Day<span style="font-size: small;">. A solemn day. A reflective <span style="font-size: small;">day. A sad day. But, only for those who have a personal tie to it. The rest of the country calls it picnic day and be<span style="font-size: small;">er day and camping day and a few think it is Veteran's <span style="font-size: small;">Day. But, it's not.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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Memorial Day is not to be confused with <a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" title="Veterans Day">Veterans Day</a>;
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For some of us, it is personal. We have lost a loved one or a friend. In modern America, few know anyone who has served or fallen, and they have very little patience with those of us who have. They often turn a cold heart towards those who grieve. Others are just insistent that it is Veterans' Day and want to thank people and buy them a beer.</div>
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For some of us, we will go to the cemetery, be it in person or virtually. Some of us have a short distance to go and some of us a very long distance. Some of us look at the pictures we have taken, reaching out ever so gently to touch the image of those far away places in order to feel closer to the person we lost. We will do the same with their pictures. We will remember.</div>
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For some of us, we will reflect on the life of the person we have lost. We will remember what was and the dreams of what might have been. Our memories will briefly comfort our loneliness. </div>
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For some of us, we will tuck away that inconsolable loneliness for another year, except for those many moments every day and especially at night, that are always with us.</div>
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For some of us, decades will pass and we will still feel the same as we did that very first year.</div>
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For some of us, it breaks our heart just a little more when you say "Happy Memorial Day." Forgive us for not finding anything to be happy about. Forgive us for being disgusted with your lack of knowledge of the meaning of one of our country's most important holidays.</div>
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I will go visit the cenotaph of a young man who never made it back from a Japanese prison camp in the Philippines. I will view the picture of the headstone of that sweet young man from my youth, I will think of those friends I can not visit, and the son of a lady I care so much for, and through my tears, I will call up their headstone pictures and remember them and their precious lives. I will think of the neighbor boy - and the boy who pumped my gas who was tortured to death by Islamists - and the young man I met and prayed with at the National Day of Prayer that died in Iraq a few years later. I will remember those that personally touched me. I will remember those I never knew.</div>
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Then, when I am about cried out, I will remember a nation so ungrateful that they can't even be bothered with the meaning of the holiday. </div>
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Don't wish me a Happy Memorial Day - it's more than I can bear.</div>
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Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-55416088989515928702012-01-29T13:01:00.000-08:002012-01-29T13:01:43.298-08:00Farewell, Sarge Charlie....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5AS0afOJkjbDTU-mdkF6x9-awHqxxKQZpr3nqJCDY1DPBFAX3MuCrdHWpZh8CJEk0E5ZMX4M8Ll_AMOtVRbv8GNLg9lQpEJoGeGzG8R4MlFlUVks0aR0Qza2JB9_F-SSFLwKKxA/s1600/Sarge+Charlie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5AS0afOJkjbDTU-mdkF6x9-awHqxxKQZpr3nqJCDY1DPBFAX3MuCrdHWpZh8CJEk0E5ZMX4M8Ll_AMOtVRbv8GNLg9lQpEJoGeGzG8R4MlFlUVks0aR0Qza2JB9_F-SSFLwKKxA/s320/Sarge+Charlie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<b style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sarge Charlie</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Saigon - 1968</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Farewell, Sarge Charlie</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I first star</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">ted</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>blogging all those years ago, one of my first blogger friends was Sarge Charlie. All of these years, I visited his blog - I laughed, I smiled, I even cried once in a while. I loved so many things about "the Old Sarge"... none less than the love he had for his wonderful wife, Miss Bee, and his family. Sarge had a way of sharing his personal stories that made you feel you were part of the family. In some way, he touched the inner spirit of us all. He left a blog full of stories and pictures that his grandchildren and great-grandchildren will have for years to come - the only way they won't know Sarge is if they choose not to. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Sarge loved his time with the Army - the good and the bad of it, but mostly the America of it. No one could ever doubt Sarge's love of country. But, he also had a gift of reaching out to others. When my friend was killed in Iraq, no one comforted me more than Sarge. When a young woman lost her fiance in Iraq, it was Sarge who reached out to her - who introduced us all. She is a friend today.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have so many friends because of Sarge Charlie. People I probably would never have met. People who add so much to my life. One of whom is one of the closest friends I have. We got to know one another at the party that was Sarge Charlie's!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Sarge loved his politics. Whether you agreed with him or not, there was never any doubt that he had thought it out and hecould defend his position. He was always open to disagreement, but resistant to disagreeable at all times. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Keeping with who he was, Sarge wrote his own epitaph. <i><b> "If you are reading this, I have finished the race."</b></i> You can read his last words here: <a href="http://sargecharlie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunset-at-vietnam-memorial.html">Sarge's last words</a> - I advise that you take Kleenex.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sarge asked that we send his beloved Miss Bee hugs -- I have sent her virtual hugs and will everyday. But, I think we should also hug those around us - and, hug those we care about today, even if those hugs are virtual.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Charles Cordle, I thank you for the gift of love and friendship that you brought into my life. You were one hellofaguy! I miss you already.</div>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-30811803496831458382012-01-28T00:01:00.000-08:002012-01-29T12:36:02.638-08:00Remembering James Craig<div align="center"><b><span style="color: #000099;">Remembering my friend - Four years gone</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #000099;">Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.</span></b></div><br />
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<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-heard-news.html"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161550433577097330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CgphXgkcKp3SmJYsuNBlBtKqVGYNiwXh9GtKzVNuNSYeiXikoX6fx1WfTyEfKnUHaHCgQtAi687qiJryufhGxYWBh2IVfXDW8TkkPpvI5nVgthfLb4zni1QNUmXWyjuzWykl/s400/HAPPY+4TH.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" />This is my friend, James</a>. We 'adopted' James after he received a Christmas card from us in 2005 and wrote to thank us for it. We wrote and sent packages through out that year of his deployment. James sent long and fascinating emails. He was a character with a spirit as loud as it was kind. He was devoutly Christian and not afraid or hesitant to talk about it. At his mid-term leave in Fall 2006, James met the love of his life, Natalie. They married in July 2007. And, now, James is walking with God. Please feel free to join me in my wandering memories of James. I want you to know this wonderful young man who just gave his life for our country, for us.<br />
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When James recently returned for his third deployment to Iraq, he sent this email from Kuwait:<br />
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<i>"Please write to me and pray for me. I would love to get letters and updates from all of you. I look forward to 2010 when I will finally be out of the Army and can carry on a regular life and can be a bigger part of your lives. You are all loved by me very much, that's why you are getting an email. I hope this letter finds you all in happiness and Christmas cheer."<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tD9CTDL8dOwkOx03PFqiclF-pYzzTXnsE40yks-_oA7DObiFzxLlPVerHkwtIqGGUOXlu4lSYAcVoWiwQZ2Lpsgkgh6jCMZOU2trVIOc3gFLoPYyQOwmf9k98hrlor2Gxpt3/s1600-h/Jim-July2006.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549982605531218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tD9CTDL8dOwkOx03PFqiclF-pYzzTXnsE40yks-_oA7DObiFzxLlPVerHkwtIqGGUOXlu4lSYAcVoWiwQZ2Lpsgkgh6jCMZOU2trVIOc3gFLoPYyQOwmf9k98hrlor2Gxpt3/s400/Jim-July2006.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>James, 27, was killed on January 28, 2008, in Mosul, Iraq, along with four other soldiers when <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/01/28/AR2008012800652.html">the unit encountered an IED, followed by an ambush from a nearby Mosque</a>. They were members of the 1st Battalion, 8th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 4th Infantry Division, Fort Carson, Colorado.<br />
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<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/02/pfc-brandon-meyer-farewell-and-walk.html">Private First Class Brandon A Meyer, 20, of Orange, California</a><br />
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James loved being a soldier and wrote about that frequently.<br />
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James attended Cusick Jr/Sr High School in Cusick, Washington from 1992 - 1996, and the Academic Magnet High School in North Charleston, South Carolina where he graduated in 2000. He was involved in Football and Wrestling, excelled in English and Creative Writing and was member of the National Honor Society.<br />
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James called the northwest his home - specifically the area outside of Spokane - growing up 'riding horses and going camping.' He looked forward to eventually settling down somewhere in Washington. He was close to his family and spoke of his parents with great love and pride, and of his sisters and aunts, uncles and cousins. His DOD announcement and press reports list Hollywood, California and South Carolina as his home, but he considered the Spokane, Washington area his home.<br />
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I was touched by his love for his soldiers. He would send names of those he didn't think were getting enough (or any) mail and have me find people to write to them.<br />
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There was also profound sadness on the 2nd deployment. James has this listed under 'Heroes' on his My Space page : <i>Real American Heroes SPC Grant Dampier and SSG Marion Flint are the biggest heroes I have ever met who died in combat on 15 May 2006. I miss you and I will never forget you. See you on the flip side brudda' </i>You can <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2006/11/homecoming-joy-and-sorrow.html">read their story here</a>.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZhzeyVykwFNuKwJyh_tLYEjTAgxnO8OXjPjSh2cXnnTjkc_LeevnXL-KxRQBIiVxMwdssevqZ_kjc-ggIWNnCsMm9xmO1adLkL6hSwvFm-Ay5JU1__XfWxP1EIc-9axbRJZt/s1600-h/SGT+Craig+OP2.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549681957820466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZhzeyVykwFNuKwJyh_tLYEjTAgxnO8OXjPjSh2cXnnTjkc_LeevnXL-KxRQBIiVxMwdssevqZ_kjc-ggIWNnCsMm9xmO1adLkL6hSwvFm-Ay5JU1__XfWxP1EIc-9axbRJZt/s400/SGT+Craig+OP2.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>There are so many things about James that I admired. He was 'loud' and funny and articulate and sweet - even calling himself 'Sweet Soldier' - and brave and tough. He was a devout Christian and more comfortable with telling people he was than anyone I ever knew - he had a enviable, easy comfort with this faith. It would be so easy to write and write about James, but let me share some portions of his letters - his long and articulate letters.<br />
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<i>"...I am very much looking forward to this war being over. However, I fully support everything that is going on over here ever since I saw first hand what the real situation was. Our media doesn't portray the truth of this operation or the necessity to the people here. The need freedom and desperately cry out for someone to help them. ... I know one thing, God wants me here."<br />
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"The war here is stating to come to an end. It will be a slow transition period where the responsibility of the battle space is handed over to the growing Iraqi Army. It all depends on the Iraqis if we are able to leave them with it safely."<br />
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"...it is a tale of my wonderful journey where I made memories I will never forget and stood up for something that I believe in...that sweet taste of freedom when the day is done and the knowledge that I have done something to ensure the positive future of my loved ones. And, you should know that it comforts me the most that what I do protects wonderful people like you."<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549514454095906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Pj6UTJGA6id_bJ7BsaXsPR5vnphHcMVA5JOG3cFnYrzhPMQq0aoP6eL6onfBH5e1269WZwvgMMvpktPQHQ5ra7x7mqxMOHfdgwHNjufW0eFNXI_0FWUNSzs0gCF7GrsuDGMV/s400/James&Nataliepics.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /><i>"I just got back from my R&R around the 15th (september 2006). I spent a lot of time with family, wne on a couple of adventures, and met a very special Christian womand named Natalie who I have begun a relationship with...just wait until you meet her. I have included some pictures in this letter."<br />
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"I know the Bible says not to be anxious, but it is so difficult not to be when we only have a few weeks left of this deployment and I have met a wonderful Christian woman... Natalie. She is the kind of woman that God would want me to have, so we are going to take things slowley and keep our relationship pure. I am very excited about her."<br />
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</i>James and Natalie were married in July 2007!!! It was a joy to watch their love grow and mature.</div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161550622555658370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyOI3s3GLQSb3gaHwt9shmQRnWqKVRfVwtIEukbL2PSu2fll1lOszlDEVP_hk3K54Hj4nAs3L1FplhErxTDhRahabXtgj3Yq3QRPya6sJ3giU_DjravzVCrFBaEBRueVDxfqk/s400/James+%26+Natalie.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /><br />
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<div>When I think of James, I always see that brilliant smile. I think of the love he had for life, for the Army, for his fellow soldiers, for his family, for his beloved Natalie, and for his friends. Dear James, you will be missed by so many people. You have touched so many lives. Many will have a difficult time going forward without you. I know God will provide comfort to them. The world will be a little less without the brightness that you brought. Farewell, my friend, and walk with God.<br />
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The Patriot Guard Riders will be at the funeral and memorial events Which will take place on the 9th in the Spokane area at the .at Fourth Memorial Church, 2000 N. Standard St., Spokane<br />
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News Reports on James:</div><div><a href="http://www.spokesmanreview.com/tools/story_breakingnews_pf.asp?ID=13439">http://www.spokesmanreview.com/tools/story_breakingnews_pf.asp?ID=13439</a></div><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=27393419&postID=8566736918403654757" title="http://www.reporternews.com/news/2008/jan/31/roscoes-slain-soldier-remembered/">http://www.reporternews.com/news/2008/jan/31/roscoes-slain-soldier-remembered/</a> </div><div></div><div></div>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-29801231637882284492011-12-07T09:43:00.000-08:002011-12-07T09:43:10.715-08:00December 7 ~ Pearl Harbor<div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span style="font-size: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">December Seventh, 1941</span></span><br />
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Seventy years ago, December 7, 1941, the United States was rocked by the radio announcements that told of Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor. Many historical and remembrance pieces will be written today: stories of history, stories of personal experience - though those will be fewer each year, stories of the reaction in the United States, Japan, the world, even a conspiracy theory or two. Most of the men and women who were old enough to know what was going on are no longer with us. Hopefully, we have heard their stories and remember their messages. I am re-posting my remembrances.<br />
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<b>Pearl Harbor Day. A Day That Will Live in Infamy.<br />
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What I always will remember is growing up in the shadow of Pearl Harbor - the ever present reminder of how ugly war was. There was nothing noble or gleeful about the awful day. I grew up with the stories of those who were there, stories of people I knew, stories of people who lived through it. As I get older, I can 'see' and 'hear' the stories come alive.<br />
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Each Sunday before Pearl Harbor Day, Puna would take us to the Arizona Memorial. Armed with the leis we had strung from the plumeria blossoms on our trees, the family went together. It used to be rather low-key to visit there, and once you got there, quite unusual to have anyone else at the Memorial. There wasn't a Visitor's Center yet. There was no evidence of the Park Service then. Just a guy at the dock that grabbed the little shuttle boat, a Boston Whaler, tied it up and helped you off.<br />
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We would walk through the Memorial - our steps echoing in the cavern of the Memorial. Halfway through, we would stop and look at the ship resting beneath us, still leaking oil into the lapping sea, and carrying it ever away, like the spirit was still escaping the doomed craft. We would toss our leis into the water. Eventually, we would end at the Memorial wall, carved with all of the names of the men who died on the Arizona, most of whom were still entombed within.<br />
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Puna, this large mountain of a man, would clasp his hands behind him, dip his head in prayer, then focus on the wall and in a hauntingly beautiful, tenor voice would chant the names of the fallen. His voice would echo in the chamber. A more beautiful prayer I have never heard. Once, I looked at his face and saw the tears streaming down, but his voice never wavered. His eyes seemed to be closed, yet he never missed a name.<br />
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When the chanting was finished, we would walk back to the overlook on the ship and Puna would tell us about that Sunday morning. He spoke of the noise and the fear and the chaos. He spoke of curfews and rationing. He spoke of the increased military presence on the island. He spoke of the sorrow. And, he spoke of the fear of another attack. Then, he would talk about the uniting and the supporting and the belief in America.<br />
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Always, he finished with a warning. America will never be safe from people wanting to take away what we have. They will always want to destroy us, to conquer us, to marginalize us. If you don't believe me, come here and look - open your eyes and look - at what can happen, and will again.<br />
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I believe I only saw Puna serious twice a year - Pearl Harbor Day and Memorial Day. On those days, he spoke of bravery and heroism and patriotism. The rest of the year you could depend upon those laughing eyes and the aroma of his pipe. The parents are gone now, but the stories and the emotions remain. I am so grateful for what they shared and what they taught.<br />
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I'd like to say that I absorbed it all then, but I didn't. When we used to hike into the mountains and came across some of the crashed Japanese planes, mostly pirated shells, I still didn't get it. When December Seventh was marked at school by people telling their personal experiences, I didn't get it. Oh, I heard it all. I believed it all. I just didn't get it.<br />
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It wasn't until I was older and watched the world and global politics that I saw it, that I truly understood the lesson he was trying to teach all those years ago. On September Eleventh, one of the first thoughts I had was of standing in the Arizona Memorial with Puna and hearing his words.<br />
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I hope Americans have the resolve to fight for our country as we did in 1941, but I fear for us, now, more than ever.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">This is my annual post on Pearl Harbor.</span>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-28983957743173021442011-09-11T07:52:00.000-07:002011-09-11T07:52:42.079-07:00Do You Remember?I remember where I was the day Kennedy was shot.<br />
I remember where I was the day an American set foot on the moon.<br />
I remember where I was when Apollo 13 was snatched from the ocean and, against all odds, they had made it home alive.<br />
I remember where I was when Saigon fell.<br />
I remember where I was when the first Space Shuttle landed.<br />
I remember where I was when Challenger blew up.<br />
I remember where I was when Columbia broke apart.<br />
I remember where I was on September Eleventh, 2001.<br />
These are moments that paint the character of my country.<br />
God bless America.<br />
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I invite you read my September Eleventh posts<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/search/label/9%2F11"> here</a>.Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-56846070802638679572011-07-04T12:09:00.000-07:002011-07-04T12:09:57.482-07:00Roger Sherman ~ Founder and Patriot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJElRutmrYI6jvSrbLcRQFpNxyePRPBPQCThhJkuNbTkMRBXk79vtkfUd1hhnY4VNGbGfTXpFLoR1O3yCW-_6bNUXWmlExSMm2F7567EL1hcVOgaDaX3QaE1mLd3a9IQHScRSIA/s1600/Roger_Sherman_by_Ralph_Earl_Yale_University_Art_Gallery.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJElRutmrYI6jvSrbLcRQFpNxyePRPBPQCThhJkuNbTkMRBXk79vtkfUd1hhnY4VNGbGfTXpFLoR1O3yCW-_6bNUXWmlExSMm2F7567EL1hcVOgaDaX3QaE1mLd3a9IQHScRSIA/s320/Roger_Sherman_by_Ralph_Earl_Yale_University_Art_Gallery.jpeg" width="244" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Roger Sherman</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>1721 - 1793 </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Representative of Connecticut to the Continental Congress</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Signer of the Declaration of Independence</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Signer of the Continental Association, the Articles of Confederation and the Constitution</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">(He was the only person to sign all four documents) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Roger Sherman was born in Massachusetts, but moved with his family, by foot, to New Milford, Connecticut in 1743. He and his brother opened the towns first store. Despite his lack of formal education, he was admitted to the Bar of Litchfield, Connecticut<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Litchfield,_Connecticut" title="Litchfield, Connecticut"></a> in 1754, during which he wrote <u>A Caveat Against Injustice</u> and was chosen to represent New Milford in the Connecticut House of Representatives<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connecticut_House_of_Representatives" title="Connecticut House of Representatives"></a> from 1755 to 1758 and from 1760 to 1761. In 1766 he was elected to the Governor's Council of the Connecticut General Assembly<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connecticut_General_Assembly" title="Connecticut General Assembly"></a>, where he served until 1785. In 1784 he was elected Mayor of New Haven<a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mayor_of_New_Haven" title="Mayor of New Haven"></a>, which office he held until his death. Additionally, he taught religion at Yale College.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sherman is responsible for setting up the House of Representatives (representative government) and the Senate (equal representation for the states) in the US Constitution.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-56542297384411490632011-07-04T10:19:00.000-07:002011-07-04T10:19:08.858-07:00Robert Treat Paine ~ Founder and Patriot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzV_RX5cdrdvfu8E-cmGV6LEBnq6YXzVlrhfKGh3d07TNhM-B3HMDh1EQKaf_rnh4OHtur4tpX1Vnfabwu3my2xpmtwftkyxB6Wxn1P8E0ZdI8bV5itRLBVdNawaqj-GeBY_wj9Q/s1600/Paine-Robert-Treat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzV_RX5cdrdvfu8E-cmGV6LEBnq6YXzVlrhfKGh3d07TNhM-B3HMDh1EQKaf_rnh4OHtur4tpX1Vnfabwu3my2xpmtwftkyxB6Wxn1P8E0ZdI8bV5itRLBVdNawaqj-GeBY_wj9Q/s1600/Paine-Robert-Treat.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">Robert Treat Paine</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">1731 - 1814</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Representative of Massachusetts to the Continental Congress</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Signer of the Declaration of Independence</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Robert Treat Paine came to the cause of Independence early. Born in Boston, graduating from Harvard College as a teacher and returning to attend Law School, Paine was actively involved in resistance to the British in the 1760's and early 1770's, against the hated</span></span> Stamp Act and Townshend Acts, and quickly became a patriot for the cause of independence. In 1770, Boston hired him to prosecute the British soldiers involved with the "Boston Massacre," and while he lost his case to opposition council John Adams, he became quite popular with the patriots. In 1775, he was elected to the Second Continental Congress as a delegate from Massachusetts, and supported the move for independence. One of his most important jobs in the Continental Congress was to secure gun powder for the troops and assist in starting the manufacture of salt peter to do so. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He helped write the Constitution of Massachusetts and served as a Supreme Court Justice in Massachusetts. He was respected as a scholar and was known to be devoutly religious, a firm believer in the divine origin of the Christian religion.</div>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-91586842725706649982011-07-04T10:00:00.000-07:002011-07-04T12:11:23.799-07:00Signers of the Declaration of Independence<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2Kwi0QnCeZ0jTe-d-kNGco725pOuECsuxKUyrzcqrJuoTygyOktHV1Y9peRE4Mp8T7dQ43ULPGqTXVHt4Tr-gJVuD44_qeLpWQAXNlfiR-SRgtK5V7sLRa1UX1rpUjO-DTx7Tw/s1600-h/declaration+john+trumbull.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352273889266799634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2Kwi0QnCeZ0jTe-d-kNGco725pOuECsuxKUyrzcqrJuoTygyOktHV1Y9peRE4Mp8T7dQ43ULPGqTXVHt4Tr-gJVuD44_qeLpWQAXNlfiR-SRgtK5V7sLRa1UX1rpUjO-DTx7Tw/s400/declaration+john+trumbull.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 256px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div align="left"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><b>The Signers of the Declaration of Independence</b></span></div><br />
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Massachusetts:</div><div align="left">John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2011/07/robert-treat-paine-founder-and-patriot.html">Robert Treat Paine</a>, <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2009/06/elbridge-gerry-founder-and-patriot.html">Elbridge Gerry</a><br />
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New Hampshire:<br />
Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2009/06/matthew-thornton-founder-and-patriot.html">Matthew Thornton</a><br />
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Rhode Island:<br />
<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2010/07/stephen-hopkins-founder-and-patriot.html">Stephen Hopkins</a>, William Ellery<br />
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Connecticut:<br />
<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2011/07/roger-sherman-founder-and-patriot.html">Roger Sherman</a>, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott<br />
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New York:<br />
William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris<br />
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New Jersey:<br />
Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark<br />
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Pennsylvania:<br />
Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross<br />
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Delaware:<br />
Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas M'Kean<br />
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Maryland:<br />
Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carrol<br />
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Virginia:<br />
<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/07/george-wythe-founder-and-patriot.html">George Wythe</a>, <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/07/lee-brothers-founders-and-patriots.html">Richard Henry Lee</a>, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2007/07/thomas-nelson-jr-patriot-and-founding.html">Thomas Nelson, Jr</a>., <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/07/lee-brothers-founders-and-patriots.html">Francis Lightfoot Lee</a>, <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2009/07/carter-braxton-founder-patriot.html">Carter Braxton</a><br />
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North Carolina:<br />
William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn<br />
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South Carolina:<br />
Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Thomas Lynch, Arthur Middleton<br />
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Georgia:<br />
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<i>Click on the links to read their stories.</i>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-32278275657213724412011-06-14T07:38:00.000-07:002011-06-14T07:38:06.478-07:00Flag Day ~ June 14<div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;"><b>Flag Day ~ June 14</b></span><br />
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<b>Fort McHenry</b></div><div align="center">The sight that inspired Francis Scott Key</div><div align="center">to write the poem</div><div align="center">The Star-Spangled Banner</div><br />
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<b>Iwo Jima - Marine Memorial<br />
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<b>The Flag at Arlington House</b><br />
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<b>The Flag at the National Archives</b><br />
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<b>The 50 Flags of the States</b></div><div><b>Washinton Monument</b><br />
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<b>The Flag at the Stonewall Jackson Shrine</b></div><div>The site where he died.<br />
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<b>Flag at Petersen Gardens in Oregon</b></div><div>Mr. Petersen scoured the desert for rocks and glass and built some incredible stuctures from them. This flag has 48 stars.<br />
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<div><b></b></div><b>Flag at Vietnam War Memorial</b></div><div>Pueblo, Colorado<br />
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Flag at the Painted Hills</b></div><div><b>John Day National Monument</b></div><br />
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<b>Flag at Home</b></div><div>Summer and Winter<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><i>Photos from my personal collection and travels</i></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-61216455687224495132011-06-03T12:05:00.000-07:002011-06-03T12:15:55.615-07:00Hallmark, Maxine & Memorial Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRq_PQcHZ9AFusTJD4NpTBlfBgoAW1Ge-tqTv08-lMWIwgjQsKey9iT9iu38oFo6HFStyic6eJAAqjahneajT228WX4ntgupIK2se5HyTJi3p7DVDu_FjWNnnGOkpwnH5g6CGP_A/s1600/MaxineMemorialDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRq_PQcHZ9AFusTJD4NpTBlfBgoAW1Ge-tqTv08-lMWIwgjQsKey9iT9iu38oFo6HFStyic6eJAAqjahneajT228WX4ntgupIK2se5HyTJi3p7DVDu_FjWNnnGOkpwnH5g6CGP_A/s1600/MaxineMemorialDay.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Lots of people don't have to work today.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>WHICH IS WHY</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>my motto is "Live every day like it is Memorial Day"</b></i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Saturday evening I was feeling a little melancholy, as I do each year at Memorial Day, thinking about the beautiful lives lost serving our country -- especially the ones who have touched my life - James Craig, Gregory Stone, Tom Tucker, Randy Newman, James Holtom, to name a few from the War on Terror - and, many others from Vietnam and those I have learned about over the years from all of our wars. I was reading tributes people had put up about their loved ones or people who had affected their lives. I was feeling the best about America and Americans.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, and without warning, the Maxine cartoon popped up on my Facebook page. Wait. Stop. One Moment. You mean Memorial Day is about having a day off? Within moments the firestorm began. There were several of us who posted almost simultaneously. We were absolutely appalled at the message. Those who were opposed to our feelings, at least saw the message for exactly what it was... the celebration of a day off. You can read the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150213704692945&set=a.167331877944.118063.153850792944&type=1&comments">original comments here. </a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It didn't take long for the crowds to turn on people. Messages about attacking Maxine. Messages about it 'just a cartoon'. Many, many personal attacks were waged against anyone who suggested that the purpose of Memorial Day was to honor those who had fallen in battle. At one point it descended to this level: <i>"Maybe the Bible Belt Inbred's need to do something for their country than sit behind a computer & complain get a life seriously." </i>She went on to talk about <i>"bible thumpers who voted for Obama should leave Maxine alone."</i> It was later revealed that she was a Canadian and didn't even know what Memorial Day was. It was evident that she didn't know what an Obama voter looked like either. But, that didn't stop her vitriol - which she continues with daily.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Gold Star Wives and Mothers were viciously attacked when they asked that their loved ones were remembered on Memorial Day. People even started pretending that they were members of Gold Star families to attack others. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, the rewriting of the caption began. Those who were defending Maxine started to leave out the "which is why" part of the caption and changed the meaning. The attacking escalated. People who were out of town and never read the cartoon or the original comments started to opine.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was stunned at the behavior of the people commenting. The stupidity and the disrespect were beyond belief. Post after post after post was made attacking those who wanted a modicum of respect to be made to Memorial Day and the fallen. And, it's still going on.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All this while, Hallmark moderators did NOTHING. I guess they had the day, days, off. Finally, they posted this apology on Tuesday: </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br />
<blockquote>Dear Maxine Fans,<br />
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We understand some were offended by Maxine's post on Memorial Day, and for that we are truly sorry. While Maxine is known for her irreverence and playful nature, it can sometimes come off as being thoughtless and insensitive. Please understand that she meant no disrespect to the men and women who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom, as well as those who continue to fight and sacrifice so much for our freedom today.<br />
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Those of us who help create Maxine regret missing the opportunity to say something meaningful to everybody on Memorial Day. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, and rest assured we will be more thoughtful next year.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
John Wagner</blockquote>Ideally, that should have been the end to it. But, it just re-escalated the attacks on anyone who had asked for more respect. Endless posts were made suggesting that people "get a life" - what an inane little phrase - and censorship. "It's a cartoon" was repeated ad nauseum. Yes, a cartoon written by a man who should know better, and admitted he did. I do remember the days when Maxine was a flag waving patriot curmudgeon.<br />
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It is still going on. Hallmark has begun to scrub some of the posts. On Wednesday evening they said they would be moderating. It's hard to tell when things disappear who is doing it, but those annoyed with any criticism continue to start it up over and over and over.<br />
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Let's be honest. Maxine is a cartoon. Facebook is used as a marketing tool to sell Maxine and other Hallmark merchandise. Hallmark/Maxine people sat back and watched posts like this one sit on their site for hours. <i>"Well, your stupid son volunteered to be in the military. It's his own fault he is dead. He should have made better choices."</i><br />
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I have one thing to say to Hallmark. I could have forgiven the stupid, stupid sentiment on the Memorial Day cartoon. I could have accepted your apology. But, to allow Gold Star Moms and Wives to be derided was beyond the pale. I went from, "It will be a while before I go into another Hallmark store" to "Hell will freeze over before I do." Hallmark is a corporation that knows enough about PR to know better. The ironic thing is that the 'get a life' people brag about not shopping at Hallmark. Those that were disrespected used to shop at Hallmark, but will no longer. You lost my business, and it was a considerable one. I also am learning to like the new card maker I got for my new computer -- this time, I didn't buy Hallmark!Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-66217177556145654872011-04-23T06:00:00.000-07:002011-04-23T06:00:08.592-07:00Why My Mother Cried.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDDnjLLs7OlgxXct6AeRQFlAA3DuzKYt2bEVYe3K5WU4SHl49GgwMubemDMM_xGT2YgFOPpyDvOScGx4nYVoFyeBgzZrEvbdA7QTJOwJBs2WoEE_paBgbKkfOPmkOOXeuw-JufQ/s1600/pyle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDDnjLLs7OlgxXct6AeRQFlAA3DuzKYt2bEVYe3K5WU4SHl49GgwMubemDMM_xGT2YgFOPpyDvOScGx4nYVoFyeBgzZrEvbdA7QTJOwJBs2WoEE_paBgbKkfOPmkOOXeuw-JufQ/s640/pyle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-2008.html">As I have written before</a>, my family would make a trip to the Cemetery of the Pacific on Memorial Day. There was much talk of those who had fallen -- during World War II, Korea and later Vietnam.<br />
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We would walk through the headstones and we would read the inscriptions. In those days, it was not uncommon to see family members at the headstones.<br />
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One year, we came across Ernie Pyle's headstone. When I looked at my Mother, it was just in time to see her stop a tear. I asked her why the tear. She told me that Ernie Pyle had painted the pictures of World War II for her and others who were waiting at home for friends and family to return. Ernie Pyle was their source of information, their source of understanding. War journalists affect our lives whether or not we know their names.<br />
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On April 20, 2011, I finally understood her sadness when the deaths of photojournalists <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2011/04/chris-hondros-remarkable-life.html">Chris Hondros</a> and <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2011/04/tim-hetherington-life-of-images.html">Tim Hetherington</a> were reported. These two men had painted the pictures of so many modern day conflicts for me. Chris and Tim were both 41 years old - Ernie was 45 --- all had their lives cut short sending the story of war home to us. All three were killed while covering war. All three were killed in April. All three gave the world insight into something most of us can not comprehend. These were remarkable men. We are better for having had them here -- a bright light has gone out at their passing.<br />
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But, there are more bright lights out there - more who will send back the stories and images of our world. We are fortunate to have lived and to continue to live in the world with them.Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-57257041527414780932011-04-22T06:00:00.000-07:002011-04-22T19:19:00.327-07:00Tim Hetherington ~ A Life of Images<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtL7H_j_e0RWz1hew_O_vxgPwEBmTKfUBig0pYPX4_bDIREIiEWfcKx6xg8jMFAbKbnbHLQk6rJlqLGYiahi8hzQL_v0wVzzGWTXjWSLmqQQW_LMJSyV-TFWy1LPRhp-BcEl5MfA/s320/hetherington.jpg" width="320" /></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When the news came on Tuesday, April 20, that Tim Hetherington had been killed in Misrata, Libya, my thoughts turned immediately to my friend who was his friend.... this was personal. I never met Tim. But, I felt I knew him through her. This is the first piece she wrote that morning: <a href="http://kitchendispatch.blogspot.com/2011/04/tim-hetherington-killed-promise-still.html">Tim Hetherington, Killed.</a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She has also shared some funny stories! It seems that Tim was puzzled by our pancake houses and eating breakfast at night - he ordered a hamburger from a place that probably made the worst hamburger ever! In honor of Tim, next time you are stopping for breakfast at night, have a hamburger and think of Tim!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The military community came to think of Tim as their own -- he wrote the book <u><i>Infidel</i></u> and directed the movie <u><i>Restrepo</i></u>. He lived beside our warriors and told their stories. In a way, we all felt we knew him, even though we didn't.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tim covered the globe - covered the most difficult and dramatic events of war and human suffering. He captured in moving photographs and film the stories of man. At age 41, his voice was stopped in the bloody madness that is Libya. He left a family and a fiancee. He left people grieving who loved him and people who had never met him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can <a href="http://www.timhetherington.com/">visit his web site</a>. You can read any number of articles if you Google his name. You can read his books. You can watch his films. But, never again, will Tim shine light on the world in the magical way that led us to believe that we knew him and that he had let us glimpse into a world we might otherwise never see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/18497543">Diary (2010)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/timhetherington">Tim Hetherington</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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I knew of Chris Hondros not by name, but by his images. As I went through his work on his site today, I saw so many photos that I remember. His vision had meaning. There are photos from Kosovo, Nigeria, Cuba, Afghanistan, Iraq --- photos that were beamed into my life on television and in hard copy in newspapers and magazines. And, of course, there are the photos of Liberia and the child warriors fighting there. And, there are the very special pictures from the Marine 4th LAR in Afghanistan.<br />
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With the news of Chris' death, I revisited the photographs and the history. I read stories about him that I never knew. The photo of the exuberant Liberian at war that became so famous led to the story of Chris' return to Liberia, finding the soldier and helping him to get an education. You can see the picture and read the story in Chris' own words.... <a href="http://digitaljournalist.org/issue0511/dis_hondros.html">Me and Joseph Duo</a>.<br />
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A year ago when the Marine 4th LAR was in Afghanistan he sent <a href="http://www.gettyimages.com/Search/Search.aspx?contractUrl=2&language=en-US&family=editorial&assetType=image&p=khan+neshin">these remarkable images back.</a><br />
I knew family members who caught a moment of the lives of their loved ones in his pictures.<br />
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This was a man with an eye that gave us images that told more about the event than words ever could.<br />
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I encourage you to visit his <a href="http://www.chrishondros.com/index.html">web page.</a> How little we would know of the world if it were not for men like Chris Hondros. Thank you for all you gave to the world, Chris. You touched lives of people like me that you never knew.<br />
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And, finally, <a href="http://cjchivers.com/post/4794700317/almost-dawn-in-libya-chris-tim-heading-home">a story of Chris coming home</a> - take tissue to read this one.Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-78605716667089711462011-04-20T13:30:00.000-07:002011-04-20T17:27:04.205-07:00Photojournalist Chris Hondros Wounded in LibyaThe brilliant photojournalist, Chris Hondros, has been reported critically injured in Misrata, Libya.<br />
Earlier reports listed him as killed. The fog of war leaves much speculation. <br />
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A year ago, he was photographing the Marines 4th LAR in Afghanistan. <br />
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He has covered Libya, Egypt, Iraq, Liberia, The West Bank, Kashmir, Cuba, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Sierra Leone, Nigeria, Angola, Macedonia/Albania, Kosovo..... <a href="http://www.chrishondros.com/images.htm"> http://www.chrishondros.com/images.htm</a><br />
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Chris has provided a vision of the worst conflicts in modern history. My prayers are with him and his family and his friends at this time.<br />
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<div style="background-color: white; color: red;">Update: </div><div style="background-color: white; color: red;">As was reported and then retracted, Chris was killed today in Misrata, Libya.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: red;">Getty Images has confirmed his death.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: red;">May you walk with God, Chris. And, my personal gratitude for your time with the 4th LAR - I will never forget the day you posted the picture of my friend's son. </div>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-4567764318798520972011-03-15T06:41:00.000-07:002011-03-15T06:43:41.448-07:00Captain Coulson Cares for Pets Left Behind in Egypt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKexgnbOAEMdRU8PGA5T_zeHE2mSj0tPzqSOTWLYMHA_z1n88-l4iLjOfMS47Kuyz-dV1P3_q-JFDvhOOm5SMh94wo-cv6qs_XyUzql4JYnRgcR52MF9b4h7JlfgDI5s19A3bXyw/s1600/eric+coulson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKexgnbOAEMdRU8PGA5T_zeHE2mSj0tPzqSOTWLYMHA_z1n88-l4iLjOfMS47Kuyz-dV1P3_q-JFDvhOOm5SMh94wo-cv6qs_XyUzql4JYnRgcR52MF9b4h7JlfgDI5s19A3bXyw/s640/eric+coulson.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="caption">Photo credit courtesy Captain Eric Coulson</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div>WASHINGTON (Army News Service, March 14, 2011) -- On Jan. 25, citizens of Egypt began protesting against the government of then-President Hosni Mubarak. By Feb. 1, the U.S. Department of State had ordered the departure of dependants and all non-emergency U.S. government personnel and their families from Egypt.<br />
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But not all "members" of the families departed -- the four-legged ones stayed behind.<br />
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"A lot of people had pets that they really didn't have a good plan for being taken care of in the event of evacuation," said Capt. Eric Coulson, office of military cooperation at the U.S. embassy in Egypt. He's part of a team that manages nearly $1.3 billion in annual aid to the Egyptian military. "And the vets and the kennels here were kind of overwhelmed."<br />
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Coulson's wife Karen left Egypt -- but he and the couple's two dogs, Molly and Sayeret, stayed behind. Coulson and a fellow Soldier at the embassy, Maj. Alavora Roa, teamed up to take care of those pets that were left behind when their owners departed the country.<br />
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"We sort of organized an emergency kennel for all the people who didn't have a place to put their animals while they were being evacuated," he said. "We sort of reached out to people we knew had animals."<br />
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In all, Coulson and Roa found themselves running an impromptu pet hotel for about 20 animals, scattered among the deserted apartments of their coworkers who had evacuated. The two checked in on the apartments of their coworkers and also stopped in to feed the animals and take them for a walk.<br />
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"We consolidated them at the apartment of one of the other persons involved in this -- he has a large roof and we put them on the roof with some shelter -- with large water bowls and large food bowls and we took turns taking them out."<br />
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Coulson said the local Purina distributor in Cairo had made a generous donation of supplies to keep the officer's kennel operating.<br />
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"Most of the people who were leaving told us where to pick up dog food," he said. "The local Purina dealer did give us a couple hundred pounds of dog food, as well as cat litter and cat food. Between what people had and a generous donation from the Purina dealer here in Cairo, we've been able to take care of the animals at minimal expense."<br />
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Now, several of the pet owners have come back to Egypt, Coulson said, and some of the pets have been shipped back to where their owners are -- so the number of pets he's looking after will continue to dwindle, he said, till eventually he'll be left with just his two dogs Molly and Sayeret. <br />
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Coulson's pet boarding days will eventually be a distant memory, but the events in Egypt will stay fresh for a while, he said. The speed with which recent events happened was thrilling, he said. <br />
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"It went from probably about 10 miles an hour to 60 miles an hour in just a matter of days," he said, adding "it was absolutely interesting to watch. To be in the middle of history."<br />
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And the recent events weren't the first time he's been struck by historical change in Egypt. He was just 13 when Anwar Sadat was assassinated -- old enough to be able to gauge the impact and significance of what had happened.<br />
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"That was sort of one of my first big memory of things in the news -- of what we had as far as 'wall-to-wall coverage' back in 1981," he said. "I remember being riveted by the TV."<br />
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And the most recent changes in Egypt mean there's two things he'll remember for a long, long time. <br />
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"The two transitions of power in Egyptian history that have taken place in my life are really sort of important memories to me," he said.<br />
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<i>Eric became a blogger friend when his unit was in Iraq and he wrote the amazing blog "Badgers Forward" ~~~~ Since that time, I am also honored to call his wife, Karen, a friend. Their adventure in Egypt gave me an insight into a country I have never visited, as well as a personal connection to the living history of the revolution in Egypt. Who would have ever thought about the horror of having to abandon your beloved pets? Fortunately, Eric was there for these animals.</i>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-82546565447299132792011-01-28T07:52:00.000-08:002011-01-28T07:52:50.115-08:00Remembering James Craig<div align="center"><b><span style="color: #000099;">Remembering my friend - Three years gone</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #000099;">Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.</span></b></div><br />
<div align="center"><b><span style="color: #000099;">-Psalm 144:1</span></b></div><br />
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<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-heard-news.html"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161550433577097330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CgphXgkcKp3SmJYsuNBlBtKqVGYNiwXh9GtKzVNuNSYeiXikoX6fx1WfTyEfKnUHaHCgQtAi687qiJryufhGxYWBh2IVfXDW8TkkPpvI5nVgthfLb4zni1QNUmXWyjuzWykl/s400/HAPPY+4TH.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" />This is my friend, James</a>. We 'adopted' James after he received a Christmas card from us in 2005 and wrote to thank us for it. We wrote and sent packages through out that year of his deployment. James sent long and fascinating emails. He was a character with a spirit as loud as it was kind. He was devoutly Christian and not afraid or hesitant to talk about it. At his mid-term leave in Fall 2006, James met the love of his life, Natalie. They married in July 2007. And, now, James is walking with God. Please feel free to join me in my wandering memories of James. I want you to know this wonderful young man who just gave his life for our country, for us.<br />
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When James recently returned for his third deployment to Iraq, he sent this email from Kuwait:<br />
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<i>"Please write to me and pray for me. I would love to get letters and updates from all of you. I look forward to 2010 when I will finally be out of the Army and can carry on a regular life and can be a bigger part of your lives. You are all loved by me very much, that's why you are getting an email. I hope this letter finds you all in happiness and Christmas cheer."<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tD9CTDL8dOwkOx03PFqiclF-pYzzTXnsE40yks-_oA7DObiFzxLlPVerHkwtIqGGUOXlu4lSYAcVoWiwQZ2Lpsgkgh6jCMZOU2trVIOc3gFLoPYyQOwmf9k98hrlor2Gxpt3/s1600-h/Jim-July2006.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549982605531218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tD9CTDL8dOwkOx03PFqiclF-pYzzTXnsE40yks-_oA7DObiFzxLlPVerHkwtIqGGUOXlu4lSYAcVoWiwQZ2Lpsgkgh6jCMZOU2trVIOc3gFLoPYyQOwmf9k98hrlor2Gxpt3/s400/Jim-July2006.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>James, 27, was killed on January 28, 2008, in Mosul, Iraq, along with four other soldiers when <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/01/28/AR2008012800652.html">the unit encountered an IED, followed by an ambush from a nearby Mosque</a>. They were members of the 1st Battalion, 8th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 4th Infantry Division, Fort Carson, Colorado.<br />
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<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/02/spc-evan-marshall-farewell-and-walk.html">Specialist Evan A Marshall, 21, of Athens, Georgia</a><br />
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<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/02/pfc-brandon-meyer-farewell-and-walk.html">Private First Class Brandon A Meyer, 20, of Orange, California</a><br />
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<a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2008/02/pvt-joshua-r-young-farewell-and-walk.html">Private Joshua R Young, 21, of Riddle, Oregon </a><br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161559075051296914" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ34xKbmq6Gxmcql8H37d5yeJnEnsUlLDc0Od6crFxQaeUkq0OIer_bWZGuk17d5TousZC4HnqcpPPHb37wGUNrSzmezXB4F7MaIm9klSSqQ5eB29cOa_AtEwuly26Yvz0cnFL/s400/Craig-Luce-Kids.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" />James served with the following units:<br />
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C Company 1/17 Infantry, Ft Wainwright, Alaska, Infantryman - Grenedier/Rifleman, 172nd ~ 1 Dec 00 - 10 Apr 02<br />
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HHC 1/17 Infantry, Ft Wainwright, Alaska, Sniper/Scout, 172nd ~ 11 Apr 02 - 18 Sept 03 <br />
B Company 1/8 Infantry, Ft. Carson, Colorado, Infantry Team Leader, 4th Infantry Division ~<br />
19 Sep 03 - 28 January 2008<br />
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James loved being a soldier and wrote about that frequently.<br />
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James attended Cusick Jr/Sr High School in Cusick, Washington from 1992 - 1996, and the Academic Magnet High School in North Charleston, South Carolina where he graduated in 2000. He was involved in Football and Wrestling, excelled in English and Creative Writing and was member of the National Honor Society.<br />
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James called the northwest his home - specifically the area outside of Spokane - growing up 'riding horses and going camping.' He looked forward to eventually settling down somewhere in Washington. He was close to his family and spoke of his parents with great love and pride, and of his sisters and aunts, uncles and cousins. His DOD announcement and press reports list Hollywood, California and South Carolina as his home, but he considered the Spokane, Washington area his home.<br />
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I was touched by his love for his soldiers. He would send names of those he didn't think were getting enough (or any) mail and have me find people to write to them.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsB2eRT3z743Sq6qyrkqmXxYZ3eW1WIotubKDY-AbfqD_2JmUz-mM0H1SViVZwrmpHIVhmq4n97jlCe806D_VBDP7-6u8DtFE9IsWcVxynv1aEF5H0vhnyqkKA7FfFRU9fJoI/s1600-h/CIB+pinning+w+SGT+Craig.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549823691741250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsB2eRT3z743Sq6qyrkqmXxYZ3eW1WIotubKDY-AbfqD_2JmUz-mM0H1SViVZwrmpHIVhmq4n97jlCe806D_VBDP7-6u8DtFE9IsWcVxynv1aEF5H0vhnyqkKA7FfFRU9fJoI/s400/CIB+pinning+w+SGT+Craig.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>During his second deployment, James received a medal for some of the action he saw. Of couse, this went along with the <i>"I got shot - don't tell my parents"</i> email! Fortunately, the ammunition cartridge below took the brunt of the shooting!<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161550270368340066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLpRyDOVqvmCXZw37xAmtE8oYK8NVpCbJDqS7q3QCDLJuRrSNqr6euc-85K4_NJlIKA1WHqfV-1HGWhZ7HVoe7MbFpGdTQXduvtFFYLrxlAykv9OqbIqq1JVwU0NBvdv9z3u_/s400/mag2.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /><br />
There was also profound sadness on the 2nd deployment. James has this listed under 'Heroes' on his My Space page : <i>Real American Heroes SPC Grant Dampier and SSG Marion Flint are the biggest heroes I have ever met who died in combat on 15 May 2006. I miss you and I will never forget you. See you on the flip side brudda' </i>You can <a href="http://gazingattheflag.blogspot.com/2006/11/homecoming-joy-and-sorrow.html">read their story here</a>.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZhzeyVykwFNuKwJyh_tLYEjTAgxnO8OXjPjSh2cXnnTjkc_LeevnXL-KxRQBIiVxMwdssevqZ_kjc-ggIWNnCsMm9xmO1adLkL6hSwvFm-Ay5JU1__XfWxP1EIc-9axbRJZt/s1600-h/SGT+Craig+OP2.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549681957820466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZhzeyVykwFNuKwJyh_tLYEjTAgxnO8OXjPjSh2cXnnTjkc_LeevnXL-KxRQBIiVxMwdssevqZ_kjc-ggIWNnCsMm9xmO1adLkL6hSwvFm-Ay5JU1__XfWxP1EIc-9axbRJZt/s400/SGT+Craig+OP2.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>There are so many things about James that I admired. He was 'loud' and funny and articulate and sweet - even calling himself 'Sweet Soldier' - and brave and tough. He was a devout Christian and more comfortable with telling people he was than anyone I ever knew - he had a enviable, easy comfort with this faith. It would be so easy to write and write about James, but let me share some portions of his letters - his long and articulate letters.<br />
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<i>"...I am very much looking forward to this war being over. However, I fully support everything that is going on over here ever since I saw first hand what the real situation was. Our media doesn't portray the truth of this operation or the necessity to the people here. The need freedom and desperately cry out for someone to help them. ... I know one thing, God wants me here."<br />
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"The war here is stating to come to an end. It will be a slow transition period where the responsibility of the battle space is handed over to the growing Iraqi Army. It all depends on the Iraqis if we are able to leave them with it safely."<br />
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"...it is a tale of my wonderful journey where I made memories I will never forget and stood up for something that I believe in...that sweet taste of freedom when the day is done and the knowledge that I have done something to ensure the positive future of my loved ones. And, you should know that it comforts me the most that what I do protects wonderful people like you."<br />
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRQloSEPjfBxtL3I2gUu8V6bOUkXI7kVFyaARbfoRq75s9_h3gYX0VfjvcKBAp__w-gtAbgrmoeRF2Rm2JeqlnPiMRsACIZLsmyXv0sNu9KZPL2sqHPm6Iwqq9n9JHJe2LB2W/s1600-h/james+collage.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549394195011602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRQloSEPjfBxtL3I2gUu8V6bOUkXI7kVFyaARbfoRq75s9_h3gYX0VfjvcKBAp__w-gtAbgrmoeRF2Rm2JeqlnPiMRsACIZLsmyXv0sNu9KZPL2sqHPm6Iwqq9n9JHJe2LB2W/s400/james+collage.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549514454095906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Pj6UTJGA6id_bJ7BsaXsPR5vnphHcMVA5JOG3cFnYrzhPMQq0aoP6eL6onfBH5e1269WZwvgMMvpktPQHQ5ra7x7mqxMOHfdgwHNjufW0eFNXI_0FWUNSzs0gCF7GrsuDGMV/s400/James&Nataliepics.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /><i>"I just got back from my R&R around the 15th (september 2006). I spent a lot of time with family, wne on a couple of adventures, and met a very special Christian womand named Natalie who I have begun a relationship with...just wait until you meet her. I have included some pictures in this letter."<br />
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"I know the Bible says not to be anxious, but it is so difficult not to be when we only have a few weeks left of this deployment and I have met a wonderful Christian woman... Natalie. She is the kind of woman that God would want me to have, so we are going to take things slowley and keep our relationship pure. I am very excited about her."<br />
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</i>James and Natalie were married in July 2007!!! It was a joy to watch their love grow and mature.</div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161550622555658370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyOI3s3GLQSb3gaHwt9shmQRnWqKVRfVwtIEukbL2PSu2fll1lOszlDEVP_hk3K54Hj4nAs3L1FplhErxTDhRahabXtgj3Yq3QRPya6sJ3giU_DjravzVCrFBaEBRueVDxfqk/s400/James+%26+Natalie.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /><br />
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<div>When I think of James, I always see that brilliant smile. I think of the love he had for life, for the Army, for his fellow soldiers, for his family, for his beloved Natalie, and for his friends. Dear James, you will be missed by so many people. You have touched so many lives. Many will have a difficult time going forward without you. I know God will provide comfort to them. The world will be a little less without the brightness that you brought. Farewell, my friend, and walk with God.<br />
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The Patriot Guard Riders will be at the funeral and memorial events Which will take place on the 9th in the Spokane area at the .at Fourth Memorial Church, 2000 N. Standard St., Spokane<br />
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News Reports on James:</div><div><a href="http://www.spokesmanreview.com/tools/story_breakingnews_pf.asp?ID=13439">http://www.spokesmanreview.com/tools/story_breakingnews_pf.asp?ID=13439</a></div><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=27393419&postID=8566736918403654757" title="http://www.reporternews.com/news/2008/jan/31/roscoes-slain-soldier-remembered/">http://www.reporternews.com/news/2008/jan/31/roscoes-slain-soldier-remembered/</a> </div><div></div><div></div>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393419.post-32618287559666641282010-12-07T04:56:00.000-08:002010-12-07T07:41:42.317-08:00December 7 ~ Remembering Pearl Harbor<div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span style="font-size: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">December Seventh, 1941</span></span><br />
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Sixty-nine years ago, December 7, 1941, the United States was rocked by the radio announcements that told of Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor. Many historical and remembrance pieces will be written today: stories of history, stories of personal experience - though those will be fewer each year, stories of the reaction in the United States, Japan, the world, even a conspiracy theory or two. I am re-posting my remembrances.<br />
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<b>Pearl Harbor Day. A Day That Will Live in Infamy.<br />
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What I always will remember is growing up in the shadow of Pearl Harbor - the ever present reminder of how ugly war was. There was nothing noble or gleeful about the awful day. I grew up with the stories of those who were there, stories of people I knew, stories of people who lived through it. As I get older, I can 'see' and 'hear' the stories come alive.<br />
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Each Sunday before Pearl Harbor Day, Puna would take us to the Arizona Memorial. Armed with the leis we had strung from the plumeria blossoms on our tree, the family went together. It used to be rather low-key to visit there, and once you got there, quite unusual to have anyone else at the Memorial. There wasn't a Visitor's Center yet. There was no evidence of the Park Service then. Just a guy at the dock that grabbed the little shuttle boat, tied it up and helped you off.<br />
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We would walk through the Memorial - our steps echoing in the cavern of the Memorial. Halfway through, we would stop and look at the ship resting beneath us, still leaking oil into the lapping sea, and carrying it ever away, like the spirit was still escaping the doomed craft. We would toss our leis into the water. Eventually, we would end at the Memorial wall, carved with all of the names of the men who died on the Arizona, most of whom were still entombed within.<br />
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Puna, this large mountain of a man, would clasp his hands behind him, dip his head in prayer, then focus on the wall and in a hauntingly beautiful, tenor voice would chant the names of the fallen. His voice would echo in the chamber. A more beautiful prayer I have never heard. Once, I looked at his face and saw the tears streaming down, but his voice never wavered. His eyes seemed to be closed, yet he never missed a name.<br />
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When the chanting was finished, we would walk back to the overlook on the ship and Puna would tell us about that Sunday morning. He spoke of the noise and the fear and the chaos. He spoke of curfews and rationing. He spoke of the increased military presence on the island. He spoke of the sorrow. And, he spoke of the fear of another attack. Then, he would talk about the uniting and the supporting and the belief in America.<br />
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Always, he finished with a warning. America will never be safe from people wanting to take away what we have. They will always want to destroy us, to conquer us, to marginalize us. If you don't believe me, come here and look - open your eyes and look - at what can happen, and will again.<br />
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I believe I only saw Puna serious twice a year - Pearl Harbor Day and Memorial Day. On those days, he spoke of bravery and heroism and patriotism. The rest of the year you could depend upon those laughing eyes and the aroma of his pipe. The parents are gone now, but the stories and the emotions remain. I am so grateful for what they shared and what they taught.<br />
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I'd like to say that I absorbed it all then, but I didn't. When we used to hike into the mountains and came across some of the crashed Japanese planes, mostly pirated shells, I still didn't get it. When December Seventh was marked at school by people telling their personal experiences, I didn't get it. Oh, I heard it all. I believed it all. I just didn't get it.<br />
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It wasn't until I was older and watched the world and global politics that I saw it, that I truly understood the lesson he was trying to teach all those years ago. On September Eleventh, one of the first thoughts I had was of standing in the Arizona Memorial with Puna and hearing his words.<br />
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I hope Americans have the resolve to fight for our country as we did in 1941, but I fear for us, now, more than ever.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">This is my annual post on Pearl Harbor.</span>Flag Gazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659942646638490171noreply@blogger.com1